Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Then Katie arrived, and the rules changed.
Despite rumors circulating amongst his men that Ghost and Katie were messing the sheets, Kirill married Katie the day we returned to Russia. Usually, a wedding is closely followed by an announcement that his bride immaculately conceived. Katie failed to get pregnant after many artificial inseminations, yet Kirill still let her live. He only showed his asshole side when he killed her unborn child by stomping on her. Supposedly, he preempted the baby sex. Since he was of the belief she was a girl, he forced Katie to miscarry.
Usually, the mothers perish with their unborn daughters.
We were lost as to why the same fate didn’t happen to Katie, but the fog lifted when we noticed Kirill was orchestrating for Ghost and Katie to spend more time together. He was practically encouraging them to cheat, and when he had solid proof they were, he didn’t say shit.
That’s why Katie is living at a convent, and Ghost is here, striving to work out what the fuck is going on. We made some headway when Katie’s lineage didn’t present as squeaky clean as her persona, but with the Bobrovs still banned from trade in the US, our leads went cold earlier this week.
One thing hasn’t changed, though. “He’s doing more than fucking with your head.”
Ghost lifts his chin, agreeing with me, but remains quiet.
Silence isn’t unusual for him. Me, on the other hand, can’t shut the fuck up even when it is for the best. “What are you thinking?”
He drops his arms then purses his lips. “That I should just fucking kill him and pay for the consequences of my actions.”
“Not gonna lie. I’ve been wanting you to do the same for years now.” I step back to grip the bathroom door handle when the shower switches off. I trust Ghost, but that doesn’t mean I want him seeing what’s mine. “But that wouldn’t just have the Bratva raining down on you. You’d have the whole fucking kingdom.”
Kirill is protected by mafia law. It means he can be a cunt in all meanings of the word, but we can’t touch him. That is as fucked as me getting weekly reports on Ana’s well-being the four years she lived abroad but doing jack fucking shit about them.
Stupid.
“We’ve just got to work out his game, G. The rest will fall into your lap when we work that out.” When the door handle rattles under my hand, I grip it firmer before saying, “I haven’t checked my emails yet, but I should have some reports back. I’ll bring them over as soon as I’m done here.”
“Alek, let me the fuck out!” Ana demands at the same time Ghost asks, “You sure you’ll be done that soon? To me, it sounds like you need to wash her mouth out.” He doesn’t need to say the rest of his reply. I see it in his grin. With your cock.
“Already gave that a whirl.” My dick twitches when I recall Ana on her knees, sucking off every droplet of her arousal. “Didn’t work.” Ghost’s failure to deny my next statement exposes just how fucking snowed under he is for Katie. “Lucky I like them feisty… just like you.”
His amuse-filled eyes drift from the bathroom door Ana is still cussing behind me. “If you’ve got more important matters to take care of, I can bring someone in.”
“No need,” I assure him. “Ana isn’t going anywhere, and I’m not shy, so if she needs her mouth washed out, I won’t need to leave your office to do it.” His growl tells me I riled him as planned, leaving me fully sated.
I’ve blown three times in two hours and pissed him off.
My day won’t get any better.
“I’ll be on deck within the hour…” I pause, then correct, “We will be there within the hour.”
Although his hackles are raised, and his temper is shorter than a match head, Ghost considers my silent demand for Ana to be a part of our team for half a second before he notches up his chin, approving them.
17
ANASTASIA
Alek laughs when I whack him in the gut. It pisses me off even more than being locked out of a conversation I should be a part of. If my father’s debt dragged Alek off more pressing matters, a migraine that could see him permanently disabled will be the least of my worries.
His laughter is nipped in the bud when I ask, “Was that Ghost?” When he lifts his chin, his eyes slowly float up from my barely covered chest to my face, I ask, “Is he angry I’m here?”
“Why would he be angry?” he asks, confused.
With a huff, I skirt past him to hunt through the clothes Alek’s men packed on my behalf yesterday. “He knows I’m not a fan of this place.”
Ghost learned of his mafia pedigree late in life. At the beginning, he wasn’t interested in anything it had to offer, then his sister got trapped in the world, leaving him no choice but to throw around his title.